of the most devoted and enthusiastic soldiers in the service.
As a soldier he was equally distinguished for personal intrepidity and contempt for what he called tactics and for educated and trained soldiers, whom he was wont to speak of as those West P'int fellows.
It is said he used to drill his regiment at Manassas, sitting cross-legged on the top of an old Virginia snake fence, with a blue cotton umbrella over his head and reading the orders from a book.
On one occasion he was roused bycally.
At last they appealed to him, Colonel, we can't stand this, these Yankees will kill us all before we get in a shot.
It was all the old hero wanted and he blazed forth: Of course you can't stand it, boys; it's all this infernal tactics and West P'int tomfoolery.
Damn it, fire!
and flush the game!
And they did, and drove out the sharpshooters and carried the work.
My own dear father is one of the prominent figures in my recollections of that summer about Richmond.
He was fond of h